The Galvin family, as with everyone in the region, had been invited to the ball.
Unlike most of them, however, they weren\'t keen to go - well, the elder Galvins weren\'t. Their nineteen year old son, Kerr, was not of the same mindset at all, however.
Everyone in the area was going - all the women he\'d dallied with (though he hadn\'t really misbehaved himself since he turned old enough to look suspicious visiting ladies with messages from his mam around three years ago), the boys he\'d grown up with, the men he\'d worked beside. He was keen to meet new people, too, because he\'d heard that the invitation had extended to the next
county and the prospect of new connections had the teenaged man drooling.
Besides, who didn\'t love a party?
Begrudgingly, Donahue Galvin responded that the three of them would be in attendance and sent the response back with one of the farm hands, while he set off to town to purchase some new clothes with his family. Bridget twittered the whole ride about not knowing what was fashionable and worrying that everything would already have been bought, while her husband griped about all the work he
should have been doing and having no time to waste, riding about and getting fancy clothes, but Kerr ignored them.
Events this big came along only every... well, he could
never remember one coming along! He\'d certainly
never seen his wealthy father willing to fork out any of his considerable savings in the name of making an impression before, Kerr had always got by on home-made
everything. He could barely contain his excitement at the thought of going to an
actual shop and choosing a suit to wear, and his mother must have told him to sit still at least twenty times because he was jostling the buggy by the time they pulled up outside the clothing emporium.
Once inside, Kerr wandered off on his own as his parents blustered and complained at the sales staff, his brown eyes wide with wonder as he touched the materials of suits and dresses, the likes of which he\'d never dreamed he\'d wear. By the time the staff had satisfied his mother with a maroon-coloured dress (she looked lovely in it, despite her protestations that it was too tight across her bosom, too frothy in the skirt) and his father in a dark grey suit and matching maroon cravat, Kerr knew exactly what he wanted to be outfitted in and told them so.
Although it took quite a lot of persuading on his part - a lot of which had to do with him lying about needing to be presented at his best due to finding a potential bride at the function in two nights\' time - Kerr eventually walked out with his heart\'s desire. The box sat upon his knees the whole way back home and he couldn\'t help patting it every now and then, his smile broad as he imagined himself dressed stylishly in the full black, single breasted
frock coat to his knees, the grey trousers beneath and a white dress shirt with a flat, high collar that covered his thick neck and sat just beneath his square jaw. It has a little bit of frothy material of its own, along the buttons of the shirt, though they wouldn\'t be seen when the coat was kept buttoned up (as it was meant to be).
In a separate box by his feet sat a black top hat and a new pair of shiny, pointed-toed boots with low heels. His mother had just about strained herself looking up at him in the boots and tried to talk him out of them but, thankfully, they\'d been the only pair big enough to fit his generously-sized feet. It had been the one time his excessive height had made him feel lucky, rather than freakish (he towered over both his parents and most people found it difficult to believe he even belonged to them, unless they got a good look at his father\'s nose or saw his mother smile).
Time seemed to go
very slowly for Kerr once he was at home with his new purchases hanging in his wardrobe. Every time he entered his room, he couldn\'t refrain from touching them, wearing the boots any time he was indoors because he claimed he wanted them to be comfortable enough to dance in, standing in front of his looking glass in half hour bursts, trying to find just the
right angle at which to position his hat atop the short brown curls that waywardly covered his head (locks pressed down over his forehead or all brushed back tidily? He couldn\'t decide!).
He finished work early on Friday, much to his father\'s disgust, in order to give himself time to bathe and be properly presented. He was ready early, his stomach filled with butterflies enough that he could barely get his dinner of fish and potato slivers down - also because he was afraid of tainting his beautiful clothes with
anything. When his father rose form the table and announced that they would all look their shiniest ever before God this night, Kerr was thoroughly dismayed.
"
God?" he queried, his voice sounding somewhat strangled.
"Yes, God," his father answered gruffly, pausing to look at his fancily dressed son sternly. "It\'s Friday eve. We go to church
first."
"We can\'t miss mass just this
once?" Kerr beseeched, horrified at the thought they wouldn\'t arrive with everyone - the service went for nearly an hour and though the church was not far beyond the castle (for the Galvin property was only a half hour\'s ride from the site of the party), they would
still arrive nearly an hour after everything at the manor had got underway.
"It\'s
Friday night," Bridget intoned sternly, frowning at her son as if he\'d just sprouted another head. He knew very well that Friday night, Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning were for God; party or no, they wouldn\'t turn their backs on their Lord unless their bodies were broken or they were dead. And even then, she hoped that they\'d be in His everlasting arms.
Kerr tried bargaining, asking if they could go and he could just ride his horse straight to the castle, but he quickly saw that there was no way he was going to win this argument and his heart sank. He had never been bitter about living with his parents, working with them on their property, not having a boisterous life of his own but in that moment his chest burned with resentment of them and he was
not a happy attendee at church that evening.
Apart from the fact that he believed he would have lost the magic of the entrance - where everyone was rolling up to the castle, looking divine in their outfits and shimmering with excitement at what the night held - Kerr was also embarrassed to be arriving at such a special function
late. Surely the host wouldn\'t look kindly upon the Galvins arriving on their
own schedule, not his? He was worried about making a bad impression on someone who\'d offered to shine a brilliant light upon his previously drab existence, yet his parents didn\'t even care.
The best he could hope for, he decided as his parents\' buggy made its way up the driveway, behind the five or so others that had chosen God over a timely arrival at the ball, was that the Lord would not notice. Hopefully, the party would be in full swing and they could just sidle in like they\'d been there an hour already. He could only dream, he decided as he miserably helped his mother down from the buggy and walked towards the impressive sight of the castle behind his arm-linked parents.